"Mabel... can you forgive me? I just want your forgiveness!" He said softly, slowly straightening up, his dark phoenix eyes gazing at her, seemingly hopeful, yet also anxious and uneasy.

This Kyle Kinston seemed to have shed the aura of superiority, lowering all his posture, only to seek her forgiveness.

Mabel Quinn took a deep breath, her gaze returning to the person in front of her. Once, on the night before she left, in this room, she also said she forgave him, but he had already forgotten.

At that time, the greatest sorrow was a dead heart. Her heart had already died, wanting to sever everything between them before leaving, so she said she forgave him, because she didn’t want to hate, didn’t want to resent, nor did she want to love.

But now...

"I forgive you." She said slowly, the same forgiveness, but the state of mind was already different from then, "No matter what happened between us in the past, but today you saved me, saved Ivy, what reason do I have not to forgive you? All the past grievances, let them be bygone."

His eyes brightened, "Then are you willing to come back to me?"

She shook her head, "Between us, there’s no going back. Kyle Kinston, some things, once missed, are missed, actually you don’t need to be so persistent. I am very satisfied with my current life, being able to raise my daughter, do the work I love, and I’ve found my father, finally truly having a sense of belonging. I don’t intend to change anything."

His eyes gradually turned dim, "So you can forgive me, but it’s impossible to come back to me?"

"Because there’s no love anymore, so I can’t come back to you." She said, "Once, the rights and wrongs between us, I’ve stopped wanting to discuss. Maybe when I left you initially, there was resentment and hate in my heart, but now, seeing how you treat Ivy, there wouldn’t be those emotions anymore. My forgiveness of you is sincere. You’re Ivy’s father, nobody can change that. If you’re willing to love this child, she naturally will love you. As for between us, let it end here."

"What if I don’t want it to end here?" He suddenly hugged her more tightly, so that most of their bodies were almost closely pressed together.

"What meaning would that have?" Her gaze calmly fixed on him, "Or are you planning to use force, to keep me here? But doing so, I will not be happy, much less love you, and what you leave behind would only be a shell."

His brows furrowed tightly, yet his heart couldn’t help but feel a kind of unfathomable panic. Her calm recounting of these, only made his heart sink further, as if now, even though their bodies were pressed together, he was still far, far away from her, unable to touch even a bit.

"Actually, have you ever thought, maybe you don’t really love me, maybe you’re just influenced by past memories." Her voice continued to sound, "Perhaps it’s only in your memories that we loved each other. Seeing me, you feel a sense of familiarity, that’s why you think you’ve fallen in love with me again. If you calm down and think about it, you’d realize maybe that’s not the case."